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[b]Canal District, Arondissement 10, McDonalds Front Door[/b]

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The sheer cheek offered by his own servant broke through the harsh facade of Eichhörnchen, who offered a small smirk before schooling his features once more.

Absently looking forward while kneading his left arm, he responded to his servant's concerns with confidence befitting either the greatest of men or the most senseless fool to have ever lived.

"I may not have the personal experience of rushing out to the battlefields, but I have trust in my own talent and the work of those before me." 

Turning to meet his servant's eyes, arms hanging by his side, hands resting upon the cane in front of him, he once more began to espouse words of great conviction.

"And I am not alone, faithless I may be in your strength, I would be remiss to dismiss your skill. Our opponents are those shining pillars of humanity, and their partners, the earth crawling magi. It would be nothing but pure arrogance upon my own part to think that I may match them alone."

In an affectionate gesture, he reached for Lancers' shoulder, a sign of trust if it were to interpret as anything.

"It is why I have summoned you. There may be a time where we shall need to seek allies, but tonight, we shall seize the initiative, whilst we still have the chance.

"Besides," he interjects, "I'm sure you have noticed yourself no?"

Holding his hand up, the sight of his command seals reacting.

"It is time to welcome our most bothersome guest. Really, how boorish, and here I thought the competition would have more sense then attempting to engage in front of the ignorant masses."

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